Never mind all the rest;
never mind the endless tests or the race to be best ………
or the boys who were
nothing more than the rest –
She wanted nothing, nothing more, and
nothing less, than a place, a place for a rest;
her very own –
And now, now she’s nested, her foot taps and her lids twitch, and she f l i c k e r s …
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019
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